1960: My uncle is the FBI Director

Chapter 207 He's just a Hoover, what did he do wrong?

Alexandria Detention Center, first floor lawyer's meeting room.

Inside sat a bald, middle-aged white man.

Henry Thompson hesitated at the door for a moment before going inside.

He walked slowly, trying his best to hide the abnormality in his thigh and make himself look no different from a normal person.

He pulled out a chair, sat down, and stared at the bald man opposite him, asking:

"Who are you? Where is Tom?"

The bald man glanced at Henry Thompson and whispered:
Tom is dead.

"The day before yesterday morning, after the court hearing ended, he was taken away by the FBI as soon as he left the courtroom."

Henry Thompson remained seated in a semi-turned position, his body subtly tense.

He stared intently at the bald man opposite him, without uttering a word.

The bald man opened the file bag, rummaged through it, and continued speaking to himself:

"I am now your lawyer."

He first took out a slightly worn black leather document holder and handed it over.

Henry Thompson glanced at him, then at the document holder, but didn't move.

The bald man raised his chin:
"open to take a look."

Henry Thompson remained silent for a moment, then picked up the document holder and opened it.

Inside was a CIA badge, with his name written in the name field.

Below it are also information such as the serial number and the date of issuance, which is very realistic.

Henry Thompson glanced at it; the issuance date was five years ago.

The bald man pulled out another bulging document bag and threw it on the table:
"Your current identity is that of a CIA undercover agent."

Seven years ago, you were selected by the CIA to become an informant.

Five years ago, you passed the CIA's assessment and were secretly recruited to join the CIA.

“You have been active in the country, secretly investigating a money laundering lead under the guise of Henry Thompson.”

"This lead is closely linked to the neighboring government to the south, and there is evidence that they are providing funding to the neighboring government to the south, gathering intelligence, and purchasing and transporting illicit goods."

"You've found a lead and are preparing to approach them by robbing a bank and finding the organization to launder money."

"You meticulously planned this undercover operation, and in order to gain the organization's trust, you were prepared to carry out a real robbery without reporting it to the bureau beforehand."

"Only your boss knows your plans."

The bald man pointed to himself: "I am your boss now."

"You found two former cellmates and encouraged them to carry out a robbery. The plan went smoothly until the FBI took notice."

"You're caught."

Henry Thompson opened the file bag and poured the documents inside onto the table.

The information contained here almost covers his entire life, from birth to joining the military, becoming a CIA informant, helping the CIA complete several operations, and later passing the test to join the CIA, tracking down money laundering organizations, and devising robbery plans…

Everything is available.

After reading this, Henry Thompson even experienced a brief moment of disorientation.

He suspected that the person recorded in it was actually him.

He seems to have really become a CIA agent.

The bald man sat there quietly, staring at Henry Thompson as he flipped through the documents, before finally speaking:
"Remember?"

Henry Thompson hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The bald man took the file bag and put the files back one by one, muttering to himself:
"I will become your lawyer from now on."

“I will go to the judge and explain the situation, and you will be out of prison soon.”

He paused, patted the bulging folder of documents and IDs, and looked up at Henry Thompson:
"If you perform well, we can make them real."

Henry Thompson's gaze lingered on the file folder and document holder for a moment before he asked in a deep voice:

"what should I do?"

The bald man put them back into the file package and gave the answer:
“Tell the truth about the situation after you get out.”

Henry Thompson swallowed hard, paused for a few seconds, and then replied:

"I see."

The bald man nodded in satisfaction, ending the conversation.

Henry Thompson was taken back to his cell by the prison guards.

He continued to walk very slowly, pretending to be a normal person.

The prison guards also took good care of him, deliberately slowing down their pace.

Henry Thompson chatted with two prison guards as he walked.

These were two young prison guards who spent even less time at the detention center than Henry Thompson.

He behaved very well in prison, never causing trouble for the guards, and sometimes even taking the initiative to help them solve small problems. He quickly struck up a conversation with the guards.

The two prison guards who were escorting him today were in a good mood, and even took him to the door for a smoke halfway through the journey.

Henry Thompson was not intimidated. He chatted and laughed with them, boasting about how much money he would have gotten and what kind of life he would have lived if the robbery had been successful.

The two prison guards were stunned when they heard that he would get at least $200,000 if he succeeded in the robbery.

One of them lamented that he might never earn two hundred thousand US dollars in his lifetime.

Henry Thompson raised his hands and shook the handcuffs:
"This is what happens when you fail."

He chuckled and pointed to the prison guard who had exclaimed in amazement:

“Look, now you can come and go from prison freely and keep an eye on me, while I can only stay in prison obediently and can’t go anywhere.”

"I have to do whatever you tell me to do."

He flicked the cigarette between his fingers:

"You have to be kind to even take a puff of a cigarette."

"This is what happens when you rob someone."

The two prison guards were delighted and burst into laughter.

Henry Thompson laughed along, and after he finished laughing, he quietly asked them:
"I have two friends who robbed me."

"They were also imprisoned in this jail."

"I'm a little worried about them. Could you please help me find out how they are doing?"

Henry Thompson looked guilty.

"It's all my fault that they've been dragged down."

“They followed me when they were serving in the army. After they came out, they couldn’t find jobs or earn money. I wanted to help them, but it ended up getting them into prison with me.”

A brief silence fell at the end of the corridor.

Henry Thompson sighed and said that if doing so would violate the rules, then forget it.

He didn't want the two prison guards to be at risk or even punished.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he began to recount his experiences in the army.

After finishing his cigarette, Henry Thompson was taken back to his cell.

Before they parted, the prison guard, who had lamented that he could never earn two hundred thousand US dollars in his entire life, asked him in a low voice:

"What are their names?"

Henry Thompson speaks at breakneck speed:
"Javier Morales and Fernando Castillo are in Ward 7."

The prison guard nodded and whispered, "I'll find out for you, but don't tell anyone."

Henry Thompson nodded repeatedly and expressed his gratitude.

The prison guard waved and left.

Henry Thompson sat on the bed, lost in thought.

It was 5 p.m., dinner time.

The prisoners lined up to go to the canteen. The prison guard hurried over:

“I checked for you. Javier Morales was killed four months ago by his cellmate…”

He glanced at Henry Thompson's backside and made a gesture:

"It wasn't until roll call the next morning that we discovered he was already dead."

The prison guard paused for a moment, then continued:
"Fernando Castillo offended one of the leaders there and was beaten up during his afternoon exercise. He was taken to the hospital and is not in prison."

He patted Henry Thompson on the back and whispered a few words of comfort.

Henry Thompson forced a smile and thanked the prison guard.

…………

Friday the 12th.

In the morning, Theodore saw a news article in the newspaper.

The report stated that the first batch of US combat support units successfully arrived in Vietnam yesterday.

This was followed by a long analysis of the international situation.

This reminded Theodore of his time at the Felton West Precinct.

At that time, he was genuinely worried about being sent to Vietnam.

At noon, Bernie received a notification that his house had passed inspection and that the FBI had even helped him install a phone line and phone, so he could move in now.

Bernie was very happy and planned to return to Felton tomorrow to bring his wife and children over.

Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are the weekend.

He had even planned that once his wife and children arrived and settled in a week, he could invite neighbors and friends over for a visit the following weekend.

He was clearly excited.

Theodore reminded him that if he was only worried about Mrs. Sullivan and the children's safety, he could ask his colleagues at the Felton West Precinct's Ghosn Dallas branch for help to get Mrs. Sullivan and the children onto the plane.

Bernie seemed to be thinking of something and shook his head repeatedly.

This puzzled Theodore.

He assumed that with Bernie's social skills, he would have already become close friends with his colleagues in the Texas branch offices.

In the afternoon, Theodore submitted the revised manuscript.

That evening, the manuscript was handed to Hoover.

This article isn't long; you can finish reading it quickly.

In the article, Theodore uses 19 cases he solved in Felton and after returning to DC as examples to briefly introduce an alternative investigative method: criminal profiling and behavioral pattern analysis.

He didn't give long lectures or elaborate on theories like he did with Bernie and Billy Hawke.

The article barely touches on the personality profiles of criminals or the analysis of their criminal psychology.

The article focuses on the time, manpower, and financial resources spent on each case from initial investigation to resolution.

He even included a table at the end comparing the 19 cases with several other similar cases that were solved using traditional criminal investigation techniques.

After reading the article, Hoover handed it to Tolson.

His lips curved into a smile, then quickly flattened, and he snorted:
"If it were really that good, why didn't he promote it when he was in that lousy place in the south?"

"That shabby place practically worships him."

He tapped the table: "That Irishman with him still hasn't learned it."

Thorsen glanced at him, said nothing, and continued to read the article carefully.

Hoover kept criticizing everything from his writing style to the motivations behind his case studies.

Thorson finally finished reading the article, put down the manuscript, and asked Hoover:

"Should we still let him send it?"

Hoover was silent for a few seconds, then snorted and got up to walk towards the bedroom.

"Send it, why don't you send it?"

"If we don't send it, he'll just run south again."

As Thorson tidied up his manuscript, he casually struck up a conversation:
"Didn't you tell him to run north last time?"

Hoover's voice came from the bedroom, sounding somewhat muffled:
"If he dares to contact people over there, what wouldn't he dare to do?"

The last time Theodore contacted him before the FBI agents to inform him of the Soviet Union's successful manned spaceflight, he always thought that Theodore had been led into contact with the Soviets.

The bad guy who encouraged Theodore to contact the Soviets was naturally one of President Jack's men.

Or he's one of Attorney General Robert's men.

In short, there must be bad people involved!
Just like this time.

Theodore just wanted to investigate the case honestly, what did he do wrong?

Thinking of the detective from the Fourth Precinct and Henry Thompson's lawyer, Hoover came out of his bedroom again.

His expression was somewhat gloomy as he asked Thorsen:
"Did the lawyer speak up?"

From the arsonist case to Theodore's trial in court, although the two events showed no connection whatsoever, Hoover, based on his experience, was certain that they were committed by the same person.

Or at least it was done by the same group of people.

He believes someone is trying to influence him and the FBI through Theodore.

Tolson paused for a moment before realizing that Hoover was referring to Henry Thompson's lawyer.

He looked at Hoover with some confusion.

Neither the detectives from the Fourth Precinct nor Henry Thompson's lawyer had previously indicated that they needed to speak.

He barely even inquired about the outcome of the interrogation.

It seems that Hoover didn't care what they said; he already had a suspect in mind.

Hoover stared at Thorson, his brows furrowed.

Tolson made a phone call and returned to tell Hoover that, after investigation and interrogation, it had been confirmed that the lawyer was a CIA informant.

Hoover was somewhat taken aback:

"CIA?"

Thorsen nodded, glanced at him, and continued his report.

The lawyer didn't know who his superior was, only that it was a bald, middle-aged white man.

Through his connections, the bald man made him Henry Thompson's lawyer and helped him obtain information about Theodore.

According to the lawyer, the bald man's target was Theodore.

Hoover asked Tolson:

What information is contained in the materials?

Thorsen glanced towards the door:
"It's on its way."

After a pause, Thorson tried to reassure Hoover:
"Judging from the questions raised in court, the information was not very detailed, only providing general information about Theodore's trip to Felton."

"There has been almost no mention of the period between Theodore's return to DC and his departure for Felton, apart from the publicly disclosed parts."

He could tell that Hoover was on the verge of exploding.

Hoover protected his family members very well; he had almost no contact with any of them.

Theodore was his only family member.

Theodore's information has always been classified as top secret, the same level of secrecy as his own.

Hoover nodded to his old friend, indicating that he was alright.

He tapped on the table, getting into work mode:
"All trainees in Theodore's cohort have been suspended from their duties and are under investigation."

“Go to their homes and investigate them one by one.”

He looked up at Thorsen.

This group of trainees was specially prepared for Theodore; each one of them had gone through a rigorous selection process.

Although the preparation time was short and somewhat rushed, the necessary procedures were not omitted.

If this group of people has problems, what about the other groups?
How much of the FBI's inner circle has been compromised?
(End of this chapter)